(Ushilzagath: I got no problem with what you're doing. I like having reader input. I might change some things to suit the story, but for now, you've provided impetus for some pretty interesting developments. Keep it up.)
Autumn in the Bonelands, or, From Bad to Worse to...“Hey, Anglur! You the one in charge right now?” Anglur looked up from the letter she was drafting. It would be good to get news of the latest events back to the mountainhomes, and let those interested know smoothly things were going. She didn't need interruptions from... Dariush, she thought the dwarf's name was.
Nevertheless, “Yes, for the time being. What is so urgent that you felt the need to interrupt me?”
“Oh, just a minor matter boss.” Anglur felt the 'boss' remark was bit sarcastic sounding. “It's just that, one of us went to find some food for Olon, our founder, and it turns out that there just isn't any. Food, that is. Might be something you to check out, seeing as you're the boss, for now.”
“For the love of-” Anglur sprang from her chair. The letter would have to wait. There was no way she could ignore this. Only thing worse would be running out of booze.
The letter would end up waiting for quite some time. By the time a few spare animals were slaughtered and more plump helmets planted, six dwarfs were pounding at the doors of the home tower, demanding entrance.
The leader of this group was one Argonnek, a decommissioned military officer looking for, as he put it, a bit of rest, relaxation, and joyous slaughter.
A not-entirely-secret meeting in the Bonelands:
Dariush looked over the group she had managed to gather in the small out of the way chamber. Most of the founders were there, with the exception of Kamudo. A few new migrants had showed up too. Hopefully that was a good sign. Only the four dwarfs who hand arrived with Anglur were really worth suspecting, and none of them were here. Probably up top, dealing with those merchants, Dariush though.
She mentally shrugged, and began to lay out her plan.
“Look, it's obvious that this outpost has taken a turn for the god-awful since Anglur has taken 'temporary' control. We've been short on food, we're getting short on drink.” A few loud grumbles at this. “And we've lost track of our original mission. We're here to dig, and explore! Let's not forget that. Now, what I'm proposing is that we hold a vote here, among us, the concerned citizens of Bonelands. Who do we want in control while Olon is crippled: Some usurper from who knows where, or one of the founders of this outpost, like me, or Derm, or any of the others? Give me your vote, and we'll take it on up to Anglur, where she's meeting with the merchants making who knows what sort of worthless deal, and show her where the power in Bonelands really lies!”
(Ps: What has doc been up too during all of this?
Yeah, Doc's been pretty busy. I know it has its problems, but I personally love the medical system for one single reason: It exists. Anyone who has played 40d knows what I mean.
In other news, it is now spring. That's right, I've made it through one year! One whole year!
Man, am I slow. )
(Coming soon: Ohshit ohshit ohshit ohshit. PROBLEMS. Look forward to i!)